Seeing that person was like drinking a cold glass of water after rigurous exercise.
Like feeling the sun on my skin after months of snow.
Like eating a big satisfying meal after starving all day.
Like finally being able to describe the word love and what it really means.
It's like searching for a treasure for decades and finding it right when you're about to give up.
That person is like the relief you get when your muscles are tight and you finally get that stupid massage you've been rescheduling.
The relief after the pain.
That person is a painkiller.
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Brain
PoetryA glimpse of what happens in my head. It is a bilingual (spanish/english) book; some poems will be in english, others in spanish.
